Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 82 - 79: Pretty Good

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[Is there any expert who can explain if a rich woman seeking a child can really be pursued like this? Will there be issues? Will a soul thread pop out midway and control the streamer? It’s terrifying just to think about it...]

[The five soul threads control the hands, feet, and head – the one on the neck, not the one below the waist, seriously controlling, as if this is some cheesy adult game.]

[I don’t know if a soul thread will pop out, but from my previous experience, with female ghosts of this type, you must always keep them hanging. Never agree to any of their demands. Once you agree, you’re done for.]

[Yeah, it’s like the last trial map with the school beauty. Last time the streamer did great, withstanding the pressure from start to finish, maxing out the conquest level, gaining items and experience points, it was a big win.]

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[The streamer really needs to hold on, to stay like Liu Xiahui.]

[Stay like Liu Xiahui? I’ve brought out all my Gold Coins and bet on the streamer crashing, don’t chicken out, go for it! At worst, you’ll end up with us in the audience again, still a hero!]

[Seriously, in other streams, it’s all about outsmarting female ghost bosses or just playing it safe, I’m tired of it. Seeing a uniquely styled stream like Jiu Cilang’s is rare. If even Jiu Cilang becomes normal, I’ll lose all my fun.]

[You mentioned that Ye Jiu is the hidden expert. If he’s a hidden expert, surely he knows how to complete different tasks and clear the stages, right? Now this map is at LV.5, with a soul puppet item that usually appears in mid to high-level maps. It can’t be played as recklessly as the previous trial map, right? To be safe, it should follow the rules this time, right?]

[I agree, this time it needs to be more careful, definitely refuse.]

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The stream was hotly discussing, while in the back seat of the garage, Wen Nan held tightly onto Yang Jingyuan’s slender, soft waist, using his legs to roll them over, pinning her beneath him.

Propping an arm beside Yang Jingyuan’s head, Wen Nan looked down at her, his voice hoarse from holding back, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

It was only at this moment that a trace of panic and confusion appeared on Yang Jingyuan’s face, her gaze revealing the bluff she had just put on. The seemingly adept rich woman was, in reality, a blank slate in this regard.

Noting her inexperienced expression, Wen Nan chuckled softly, "Scared?"

With that, he pulled his hand back, preparing to get up and back away, "There’s still time to regret it now."

Midway through his retreat, Yang Jingyuan raised her arm, hooking it around Wen Nan’s neck, pulling him back down to her chest, "Why would I be scared?"

As she spoke, Yang Jingyuan leaned up slightly, her soft lips brushing against Wen Nan’s cheek intentionally or not, her breath hot against his ear, her soft voice imbued with overflowing desire,

"Brother, let your sister see how capable you are?"

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[No way, aren’t you the hidden legendary expert? How could you slip up in such a place and make a rookie mistake? With this fall, we’ll only see you in the audience seats in the future.]

[This streamer is a true player if they actually went for it with a ghost!]

[What’s there to look at? Such a big car, yet they just blocked it, not even leaving us a tire mark. Who’s gonna watch now?]

[With the streamer being so reckless, this is probably the end, huh? Looks like this is the last memory of the stream.]

[Cherish it while it lasts]

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Three hours later.

The closed rear window was fogged up.

A thin layer of glass neatly separated the steaming aura of desire inside the car.

Wen Nan leaned back against the seat, raising his hand to Yang Jingyuan’s face, gently brushing away a lock of hair soaked with sweat and sticking to the corner of her lips, then smoothly began kneading her soft lips with his fingers.

His voice was lazy yet carried a sense of satisfaction as Wen Nan spoke slowly:

"Sister, you’ve got good taste in cars."

Yang Jingyuan let out a soft hum, lifting a leg, and playfully stepping on Wen Nan’s arm with her soft foot, "Let me go."

Laughing, Wen Nan leaned forward and untied the lace ribbons binding Yang Jingyuan’s thin wrists.

Yang Jingyuan lay face-up on the seat, her hands on her chest massaging her wrists that had been marked red, her gaze moving from the ribbon in Wen Nan’s hand, slowly to the other items he had carefully knotted and tossed aside, her brow furrowing, her eyes showing a hint of displeasure,

"Brother, coming to find me, you really brought everything, didn’t you?"

Wen Nan, hearing this, glanced down at his feet, his smile carrying a hint of helplessness.

These things weren’t intentionally brought along. They were prizes from a previous spin-the-wheel raffle – "yellow" items – and couldn’t be disposed of, so he had to put them in the backup gear slot.

But he couldn’t explain this to Yang Jingyuan, so finally, Wen Nan just smiled and said, "Since we agreed on a one-night stand, without aiming for a baby, it’s best to take precautions."

Yang Jingyuan let out a coquettish hum, saying nothing more. Her toes, however, mischievously caressed the contours of Wen Nan’s abs.

This made Wen Nan itchy, prompting him to grab her slender ankle.

9527: [Congratulations, target ’Rich woman seeking a child,’ current strategy level increased to: 70%.]

Wen Nan: ? frёewebηovel.cѳm

What, his skill is only worth seventy points?

Wen Nan was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice his grip tightening, causing Yang Jingyuan to let out a muffled grunt, trying to pull her ankle from his grasp by exerting force with her leg.

Wen Nan, however, didn’t give her the chance to escape, instead shifting to press against her, his hand turning outward, bringing a man’s competitive spirit, and whispered in Yang Jingyuan’s ear, "One more round?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jingyuan’s eyes widened in surprise, her gaze incredulously shifting downward, "So soon..."

"Can I, sister?"

Yang Jingyuan’s heart softened upon hearing "sister," she hooked her hand around his neck, drawing his face closer to hers and whispered:

"You can, but this time, you mustn’t..."